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breccan. the name was familiar to merrick; this was a young prince of the hollow, as he had once been in bearclaw. "i'm merrick," he told the other boy, eyes flickering over the elegance of breccan's proud features. "if you want to cache that and come with me, i don't mind," the coywolf went on.
he did not truly want company, but breccan had been pleasant enough, and had not interfered with his work. there was also the fact that between two of them, the chances were better of catching another rabbit. and if merrick wished to attempt his experiment a second time, he could ill-afford to traipse away from breccan. "you're rannoch's son, right?"